Like traveling through quicksand

Slow and dirty

If you stop, even if only for a moment

You start sinking

There is no letting go or going back

So, you must keep going

To trudge on no matter what

No matter how deep you sink

How filthy or tired you get

To fight on through the grit and grime

To scream and curse

And claw your way from the depths

To stumble on until you see the light

Because at the end of every battle

There is a peace, a simplicity to life

So, you must push through it all

To fight on with all you've got

And never give up hope.